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soulofapatrick · 3 months

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In the Quiet Moments - Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: A case makes you admit your feelings to Hotch

Words: 1.8K

Warning: none, just fluffiness

Y/N's POV

The jet cabin is cloaked in a heavy silence, a stark contrast to the usual banter and camaraderie that fills the air after a case. Each member of the team occupies a space, physically present yet emotionally distant, lost in their own thoughts and the weight of the horrors we've witnessed. I hate this part of the cases, the cool down. The somber atmosphere that feels suffocating when things don’t go as well as they could have. The exhaustion on everyone’s faces. The guilt in their eyes.

I’m stood by the coffee machine, nursing a hot cup to keep away the nightmares. Everyone’s doing what they can to distract themselves. Spencer’s taken the couch, his lanky frame stretched out across it and my coat as his pillow and soft snores emitting from him. In the nearest four seater to Spencer is sat Rossi, he’s playing a game of chess with Emily to distract themselves. Morgan’s sat in the two seater with his headphones on and JJ’s asleep opposite him, leaving Hotch sat on his own in the other four seater.

The soft glow of the cabin lights casts a gentle halo around Hotch, illuminating the worn lines etched into his features. There's a subtle furrow in his brow, a testament to the weight of responsibility that rests upon his shoulders. His gaze, fixed with unwavering determination, traces the lines of the case files spread out before him, each page a glimpse into the horrors we've witnessed.

Despite the exhaustion that hangs heavy in the air, Hotch remains steadfast, his posture rigid with resolve. His jaw is set in a firm line, the faintest hint of weariness lurking beneath the surface. In the quiet solitude of the cabin, he seems both distant and yet achingly present, a pillar of strength amidst the chaos that surrounds us.

As I watch him from across the cabin, a surge of empathy washes over me, mingling with the exhaustion that gnaws at my bones. Hotch's unwavering composure belies the turmoil that rages within, a silent battle fought in the depths of his soul.

It what makes me decide who to sit with. I need to feel someone and that someone would usually be Spencer but he’s taken up too much of the couch for me to join his sleeping form so I head towards Hotch.

My steps tentative as I don’t want to disturb the quiet peace, approaching Hotch as the soft hum of the jet engines create a soothing backdrop. Hotch looks up, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of acknowledgment, a silent invitation lingering in the air between us.

Hotch's gaze softens as I gently push his shoulder, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes at my playful pout. With a subtle nod, he shifts over to the window seat, making room for me to slide in beside him. The warmth of his presence envelops me like a comforting embrace as I settle into the space next to him, the gentle hum of the jet engines a soothing backdrop to the heavy silence that surrounds us.

"What are we looking at?" I inquire softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I pick up the nearest folder, my heart sinking at the gruesome images that greet me. Hotch takes the folder from my hands with a shake of his head, a silent gesture of protection against the horrors contained within despite me being a member of the BAU and seeing this stuff on a daily bases.

With practiced efficiency, he begins to stack the folders, creating a barrier between us and the darkness that threatens to consume our thoughts. I meet his gaze with a mixture of determination and vulnerability, my silent plea for solace echoing in the depths of his gaze.

"What do you need?" Hotch's voice is gentle, a beacon of calm amidst the chaos that swirls around us. But instead of answering, I find myself drawn to him, a primal instinct guiding my movements as I gently manoeuvre him into the corner of the seat, his warmth enveloping me like a protective shield.

I lay my head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against the backdrop of our shared exhaustion. With a faint smile, I hand him a case file, the words barely a whisper against the material of his suit jacket.

"I sleep, you work," I murmur, the weight of our shared burdens momentarily forgotten in the quiet intimacy of the moment. And as the jet hurtles through the night sky, carrying us home to the familiar embrace of the unknown, I find solace in the unspoken bond that binds us together, a beacon of light amidst the darkness that threatens to consume us all.

His scent surrounds me, a mixture of leather and cologne, familiar and comforting in its simplicity. It’s a scent that speaks of strengths and resilience, of the countless battles fought and won in the name of justice. And as his hand finds its way to my hair, the gentle caress sending shivers down my spine, I can’t help but lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering shut as I bask in the warmth of his presence.

In this fleeting moment, nestled against his chest, I feel safe, cocooned in the protective embrace of his arms. His heartbeat, steady and reassuring, lulls me into a state of peaceful oblivion until it suddenly picks up when I burrow a hand under his suit jacket and into the fabric of his button-up shirt. It brings back that yearning I’ve been trying to bury, a desire that simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to engulf us both in its fiery embrace. I long to lean up, to press my lips against his in a silent confession of the emotions that swirl beneath the surface. But he’s my boss, and I’m just his friend and college, bound by the unspoken rules that govern our professional relationship.

As I nestle against Hotch's chest, a pang of longing courses through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. I find myself nuzzling at his shirt, the fabric warm against my nose and cheek, his solid and toned chest a testament to the strength that lies within. In the hushed stillness of the jet cabin, I hear Hotch’s breath hitch, a subtle indication that he, too, is affected by the tension that crackles between us.

His voice, when he speaks, is quiet and measured, a soothing balm against the storm raging within, “What’s on your mind?” Hotch’s words are laced with an undercurrent of curiosity, a silent invitation to share the burden that weighs heavy upon my heart. And as his gaze meets mine, I see something flicker within the depths of his eyes, a vulnerability that mirrors my own.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes dip down to my lips, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken desires that simmer just beneath the surface. And in that moment, I see the truth reflected in his gaze, a yearning that echoes my own.

Summoning every ounce of courage I possess, I run my hand up from his chest to his cheek, the touch tentative yet filled with longing. His stubble grazes against my palm, tactile reminder of the intimacy that binds us together. And as my fingers slip into the soft tufts of his black hair, I see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a question hanging in the air between us.

I’m shifting my body slightly, bringing my lips tantalisingly close to his, I feel the tension crackling through his entire being as if he wants this but he wants to remain professional. Uncertainty hangs like a veil, casting a shadow over the moment, yet I can’t help but be drawn to the magnetic pull that binds us together.

“Stop me if I’m reading this wrong.” I murmur, the words a soft whisper against the canvas of our shared intimacy. It’s a plea, a silent beg for him to guide me through this uncharted territory of our desires.

And then, in a heartbeat, everything changes. Hotch surges forwards, his lips meeting mine in a breath stealing kiss that ignites a firestorm of emotions within me. It’s a symphony of passion and longing, a silent confession of the unspoken desires that have been lingering between us for far too long.

His hands find their way to the small of my back, drawing me closer in a gesture of unspoken longing. His touch is both gentle and possessive, a silent promise of the depth of his desire. His lips, warm and velvety against mine, ignite a firestorm of sensation that courses through my veins like liquid flame. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, a language of passion and longing that transcends the boundaries of words.

In his embrace, I feel alive, every nerve ending ablaze with the intensity of our shared connection. It’s a if the world fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless embrace, lost in the depths of shared desire. Hotch makes me feel cherished, desired, and understood in a way I’ve never experienced before. In his arms, I find solace, a sanctuary from the chaos that surrounds us, a beacon of light amidst the darkness that threatens to consume us.

But, just as we lose ourselves in the depth of our shared desire, a sharp wolf whistle pierces the air, snapping us back to reality with a jolt. Morgan is standing before us, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he observes our flushes cheeks and disheveled appearances.

With a nervous laugh, I jump apart from Hotch, the remnants of the coffee spilling across the table in a chaotic mess. My cheeks flame red with embarrassment as I fumble for words, the panic evident in my trembling hands.

Morgan’s laughter echoes through the cabin, a lighthearted reminder of the camaraderie that binds us together. With a playful wink, he saunters away, leaving Hotch and me to contend with the aftermath of our momentary lapse in composure as we hear Morgan telling the others what he just witnesses at the end of the cabin and hearing the gasps and giggles and laughter.

I glance at Hotch who’s cheeks are as red as his tie, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection and I can’t help but smile despite the embarrassment that lingers in the air.

“Get some sleep, we’re gonna need it.” He mutters, pulling me back into his arms so my head is on his chest again and this time I let his heartbeat begin to lull me into the sweet bliss of sleep as he pours over the now slightly coffee stained case files, not quite sure if this is all a dream or not.

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thewalkingthread · 5 months

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Space (Daryl's POV) - D.D.

part one

pairing: daryl dixon x reader

summary: things aren't the same between you and daryl.

warning: still sad

a/n: i am planning on doing a part 2 but i needed to give you daryl's side first (also, I know this is in 3rd person, but it's giving a bit of insight on Daryl's thought process so I'm labeling it as his POV)

Daryl sat outside on the porch, staring into the sunset, his mind lost in a maze of thoughts and responsibilities. He pulls the cigarette snug between his fingers to his lips. As he took a drag, the smoke curled into the air, surrounding him before disappearing into nothing.

You were inside the house, with RJ and Judith, the sounds of laughter and the occasional clanging of pans echoed from inside the house. RJ and Judith were a constant reminder of the world they were trying to preserve, but the weight of responsibility had carved a gap between you and him.

Daryl knew things haven't been right between him and his lover. He's known for a long time now, but he doesn't know how to fix it. Daryl couldn't pinpoint the exact moment things took a turn, the exact moment he started to pull away from you. It just sort of happened. Things would be easier if he simply just stopped loving you, but that wasn't the case.

In reality, Daryl loved you so much that it hurt him. He loved you so much that he didn't know what to do with it, he'd never loved anyone like this before.

The absence of Rick and Michonne took a toll on Daryl. He's the one that took the biggest hit, for obvious reasons. Suddenly he had two kids, suddenly everyone was asking him the important questions. Suddenly he wasn't just a redneck with a crossbow, he was a leader- the leader. He could feel the weight of everyone's expectations, the burden of leadership now resting solely on his shoulders. He was a tracker, a survivor, but a leader – that was a role he never asked for, a role that felt like an ill-fitting mask.

The pressure was suffocating, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was failing, not just as a leader but as a partner.

There were too many things that needed to be fixed, too many people to please, too many walkers to be killed. Daryl felt like everything he was doing just wasn't good enough.

He knew it wasn't fair. He knew the community deserved a good leader. A leader that knew what he was doing, someone that was a natural born leader, someone like Rick Grimes. Daryl knew he wasn't no Rick Grimes. Daryl knew it wasn't fair to the kids. They deserve to be raised and loved on by their parents.

Most importantly, he knew it wasn't fair to you. You, who had stood by his side through thick and thin, weathering the storms of this apocalyptic world together. You deserved more than a love burdened by the weight of his insecurities and doubts.

Even knowing that, Daryl couldn't bring himself to take action in his own home. So the gap between the two of you grew with every passing day.

The front door swings open, "Dinner's ready!" RJ sticks his head out of the doorway, sending Daryl a toothy smile.

Daryl grunts, "Be right there." RJ runs back inside, leaving the door open. With one more drag, he snuffed out the cigarette and heads inside.

Judith is setting out plates while you bring the food to the table. Your eyes meet his and it's almost instinct for you to immediately look elsewhere. Everyone takes their place around the table, Daryl taps the top of the kids heads as he passes. With a slight hesitation, Daryl places a small kiss to the top of your head before settling in his own seat.

"Thanks for cookin," Daryl mumbles to you. You're looking at him with slightly wide eyes before you nod at him with a small smile.

After dinner Daryl volunteered to clean up around the house, relieving you from your regular routine so you could relax a bit before bed. Admittedly, Daryl took his time, not exactly rushing to get everything in order.

Daryl locks all the doors and turns off all the lights before entering the bedroom. The bed was empty and the bathroom door was wide open. Daryl pauses in his place for a moment, debating whether or not he should go back downstairs and wait for another hour.

Daryl shakes his head, stepping towards the bathroom before he could psych himself out. You were laying in the bathtub with your eyes closed, completely relaxed in the warm water.

Your head turns at the sound of his footsteps and your eyes lazily open to see Daryl leaning against the bathroom doorway. He offers a a half smile, feeling a twinge of guilt for intruding on your relaxing time.

You close your eyes again, resting your head back on the rolled up towel. Daryl shifts towards the sink, starting his nighttime routine.

"Do you want to join me?" Your voice cuts through the silence. Daryl glances over his shoulder towards you, who still kept your eyes closed. Daryl stood up straight, clearing his throat slightly.

"Yuh want meh to?"

"Wouldn't ask if I didn't want you to, hotshot." The nickname that you coined him early in your friendship tugged at Daryl's heart. Without a second thought, Daryl rid himself of his clothes.

You sat up in the tub, allowing room for Daryl to slide in behind you. It was strange for the both of you, being so close, so intimate. You let yourself settle into his body, as stiff as you both might be in this moment.

You rested your head back onto his shoulder, soaking in this rare moment between the two of you.

"Y/N... We should t-"

You shake your head, quickly shushing him.

"We do." You agree with him. "But not right now. Just want to enjoy this."

Daryl hums lowly, before allowing his body to relax. With unsureness, his hands wrap around you, landing on your stomach and pulling you close to him.

This is the closest the two of you have been in months, yet it still felt like you were miles apart.

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puppyboywinger · 8 months

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i would like to take a moment to appreciate how everyone in community is constantly proving my point that society should be less weird about friends doing “romantic” things together like cuddling, kissing on the cheek/forehead, holding hands, living together/being life partners etc.

annie constantly kisses abed on the cheek and hugs him tightly. they also literally live together despite not being romantic in canon at all, same with annie and troy and abed and troy.

britta and abed cuddled together in the back of jeff’s car during mixology certification. britta also does small things like fix abed’s shirt in urban matrimony and generally sticks close by him a lot.

jeff and britta. that’s it.

jeff and annie definitely have feelings for each other but very rarely act on it. despite this they’re still quite affectionate to one another, with nicknames for the other and hugging and always walking together with their arms locked.

jeff calls shirley “sugar” in the second episode and kisses her on the forehead, she calls him “honey” in response. they also walk out together with their arms locked in the end of the foosball episode.

annie and troy hug a lot and again, live together. plus that whole “look! i’m annie’s backpack!” thing… he’s so silly.

troy and abed are obviously the most clear example of this (despite most of the fandom, including me, shipping the fuck out of them.) they live together. they spend every second together. they hold hands (as confirmed by annie). troy is so comfortable with abed that he instinctively puts his arm around him in curriculum unavailable. abed literally essentially put troy to bed once when he fell asleep after a study session.

abed wiggled his eyebrows at jeff once and i think about it constantly.

annie almost kissed britta once and britta and annie have sincerely considered sleeping together. also britta just straight up agreeing with jeff being like “i love women” as she strokes annie’s arm in the puppet episode.

i love that they’re all friends who do “romantic” things together and remain friends. i love them being so affectionate. more overtly affectionate platonic love in media please and thanks !!

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imagionationstation · 1 year

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So here’s what went down…

Ah, yes.

The infamous “Splinter passes on the mantle of Sensei” scene.

Possibly the most misinterpreted scene in the history of 2012turtle scenes. (Perhaps I shall get to the others someday.)

I’ve always assumed that the verdict for this scene was the same for all, and I never knew people hated, or even disliked, Splinter for his choices in this until recently. And it has been eating away at me, because I don’t think ya’ll understand what’s going on here.

Maybe you do, but…

Can I point out exactly what I saw happen here?

Yeah?

Thanks. 🤎

1: Splinter is not sleeping and is ‘distant’, making Leo worried enough to inquire about his health. He’s clearly spending every second agonizing over what’s coming, and meditation is probably his only solace from the burden of his fears. (I do the same thing when I’m anxious. Distract and distance, it helps me feel a sense of- control, I guess.) 2: Splinter does not address Leo’s question. He’s already tried to tell Leo what was going on before this, and now he wants to focus on what he feels is important. His family. He immediately changes the subject (limping in a way that has me suddenly concerned because GUYS HE HURT AND OLD AND GOING TO FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE PLEASE NO-) and asks Leo why he made him leader. 3: Leo awkwardly repeats what he said, “Because I asked to be… You said it wasn’t because of my skills…” (THAT’S ONE INTENSE OF A WEIGHT TO CARRY IF YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT IT, THE HECK-) and Splinter corrects, “I said that only to temper your ego at the time. I knew even when you were a small boy, that you would one day grow up to be the leader of this team.” -Can I just add that he’s not saying this literally. He’s the cryptic, wise, know-it-all sensei. He’s not saying, “I planned to make you soldiers and for you to lead the fight”. He’s saying, “You have always been the one to teach, protect, and lead your brothers, and there was absolutely no one else as perfect for the job.”

Seriously. Lookit baby Leo guarding them while daddy’s away. 💙💙

4: And then he throws everyone watching through a loop: “And when I pass on, to be like a father as well.” And just like us, Leo’s got a whole lot of “EXCUSE ME, WHAT?!” going down.

5: But Splinter’s going stay his cryptic self by clearing no air. (Okay, but let’s think about WHY for a moment. We know our leader in blue by now. If Leo knew exactly what he knew, martyr instincts would kick in hard core, and he would do everything it takes to make sure their father survives. And Master Splinter isn’t going to sit here and let Leo go on a suicide quest. From his POV- He’s old. He’s lived his life. He can try to accept his own death. He will not accept Leo’s.)

6: Splinter imparts this saying that I love with everything in me. “Leonardo. If I can only impart one piece of wisdom that will remain with you forever…” (Ergo, Dude, this is Important. Pay attention to what Imma about to say) “Remember. Giving guidance to your brothers and friends does not come from here…”

“It comes from here…”

THIS IS DEEP, YO. IT SAYS SO MUCH AND IT’S SO SIMPLE-

And people are MAD AT HIM FOR THIS?!

Sorry, sorry- emotions. I’m breathing. I’m breeaaathing… Okay. Yes, I get the gist of the arguments. ‘Splinter made Leo head of the household and that was a terrible thing for him to do. Leo’s too young for that responsibility, he already has the weight of being leader on his shoulders, and that’s a burden his mourning heart can’t carry. It’s cruel for him to do such a thing.’

Or-

And-

@tmntforeverinmyheart and @stardustartist, everyone’s opinion is built off of observations, beliefs, and their own POV on events, and every opinion matters. Thank you for yours. 💚

Now onto mine-

I don’t know what this quote from Splinter means to you guys, but to me, it’s his way of trying to fix things!

I think he finally realized that he done messed up. He knows that he put Leo in a position of ‘I am leader, and mission always comes first’. He’s had plenty of time to see the damage he’s done, and he’s worried of what will come off his family if he doesn’t fix it.

Leo is too far into his head. He isn’t thinking with his heart- “what will happen to my family with me gone?”. He’s thinking with his head, “lives are at stake and I’m the leader- self sacrifice it is.”

Every mission, every step, every choice is a plan, and his life is simply a factor in it. A pawn to be thrown away to complete the important task. It doesn’t hold meaning because of what Splinter told him all the way back in season one, and his father is finally realizing it. (ABOUT FREAKING TIME-)

He’s not telling him “don’t think”.

He’s saying, “Think another way.”

I feel you, @sr200916. A friend of mine said this exact same thing, and I wholeheartedly agree. And here’s some depth into why.

Kids without parents attach themselves to role models. Mother figures, father figures- kids need to be guided, and led, and hugged, and need that one person who can say “it’s okay” and magically the world is a little less dark.

And they’re just. KIDS. They left the sewers three/four years ago! Everything is still so wide and new and confusing and there’s still so much they haven’t learned or experienced- they’re kids.

And yes. Leo is a kid too. But who else are they supposed to turn to?

Karai?

She’s not a parents. She’s gone from enemy, to somewhat friend, to sister-in-college-who-drops-by-sometimes. She’s living her own life. They aren’t going to see her as anything more than their equal. Much less look upon her as a guardian.

April and Casey?

Best friends/honorary siblings. They aren’t going to fit that role.

Mutanimals? Leatherhead? Bishop?

Friends. Equals. People that they trust. But not anyone that they’re immediately going to lean on as a guardian. They need someone who they already look up to and trust to lead and guide them. They need someone who already has their well-being as a number one priority. They need someone who they can feel comfortable going to talk to when he can’t be there to lend advice.

-And I know what some of you are still thinking. But what about Leo?! He’s just a kid too!

And, hey, I’m not arguing. He absolutely is, and in a perfect, fair world, he would continue to have an adult to teach and guide him- but their world is neither perfect nor fair.

All his life, he’s had two solid goals: Make sensei proud. Protect my brothers.

He’s seen as the most mature brother for a reason. He’s had to grow up in a world where finishing school and getting/keeping a job isn’t his main concern. For about three years, he’s spent every night making sure that his brothers stay alive. In fact, he starts doing it almost unconsciously- taking responsibility of his brothers and their missions without filling Splinter in, as shown in Annihilation: Earth! Part 1, when he’s laying out the plans, and Splinter straight up asks, “What is going on?” and Leo brushes him off, essentially just telling him that there’s trouble, but they have it covered.

Splinter is speechless for a moment, but then consents, telling Leo that he’ll be near the cheese phone if they need him.

This is a huge change if you really think about it, and done very subtley. They show us how their relationship has changed- Splinter no longer has the control to give the okay. Leo no longer feels like he needs Splinter guidance or permission. He’s grown up, and he’s leading with a firm hand, just as he was born to do.

And Leo also has experience raising his brothers- who do you think was acting sensei while they were in space?

Fugtoid was Donnie’s mentor, sure, but it was Leo who the brothers turned to when things got out of hand. It was Leo who had to talk sense into them, who always has the last word, who seemed on edge 24/7 as the season progressed, seeing the dangers space held and sending away his team when the evil space station was sent to go boom.

Whether fans like it or not, a leader, a sensei, is simply who Leo is.

There’s a reason he always gets heated and offended when he thinks his place is being challenged-

Leo thrives under that sense of control, and his brother thrive knowing that the control lies in someone else’s hands.

Now, with their father gone, it’ll lie in the hands of the brother that they trust with it most (whether Raph admits it or not) because he’s proven himself time and time again to be able to handle it.

Splinter isn’t stupid. He knows his boys. He knows exactly who Leo’s younger brothers are going to turn to after he’s gone for good this time, and he needs Leo to realize this too. Perhaps he hopes the burden will be easier to bear if it’s given slowly, instead of chucked out of nowhere.

Splinter was not purposefully ‘parentifying’ Leo. There’s a reason he waited so long. Maybe he was never going to say anything at all. Maybe he was struggling with the choice, and when Leo walked in to ask if he was okay, he made a last-minute decision.

Splinter knew it was going to happen. Leo was going to become head of the household, whether or not he said anything about it. It’s how their family dynamic always shapes out- there’s a reason the fans call Leo a mother hen!

It was always going to happen. So instead of standing by and letting fate play out, Splinter decided to interviene.

He wasn’t putting the burden on Leo’s shoulder. He was reassuring his son that he could handle it. He was giving advice on how to take care of his brothers. He was trying to help, not to hurt.

Obviously Leo is going to end up hurting. Obviously, it’s going to be hard. Obviously, it’s going to be a lot to adapt too. For Splinter’s sake- their father is going to die!

But his brothers will be there for him. He may be acting sensei, but we’re shown that they have his back. (Raph’s talk with Mikey on the rooftop is a very prominent piece of proof.)

Splinter knows that no one else can do the job better, and by voicing that he’s sensei, no one else should be able to take Leo’s family away from him. At the end of the day, as the eldest, he will be the one who bears the Hamato legacy (remember, Karai is busy shaping the Foot legacy anew), but unlike Yoshi, Leo will not be alone. He’ll have family and friends to back him up when things get difficult.

It’s a heavy title, but one that Leo is ready to carry.

Except… For one pretty major flaw. A flaw Splinter encouraged, and a flaw that he knows cannot stay.

The martyr complex.

That, is what I believe the “use your heart and not your head” phrase is meant to squash. And I believe with everything in me that it does. Leo’s life is no longer just a chess game. If this pawn doesn’t come home from a mission, his team suffers. His brothers suffer.

He is no pawn, and he can’t afford to see himself as one. He cannot afford to treat his life like it’s expendable. There’s more at stake then just the mission, and deep down in his heart, he knows that. He’s no longer just a leader. He is a father, and he has a family to live for.

And… Can I just add that Splinter’s not just up and abandoning him?

When Leo doesn’t know what to do next after his father is gone- Splinter is there. When it looks like he’s been defeated by the Shredder- Splinter is there. When they face their first real threat since his passing, and Leo is in the dojo struggling with what to do- Splinter is there.

“Leonardo, I know you feel the weight of leading your family, but remember, I am always with you.”

I mean- come on! Even in the afterlife, he’s looking over him!

He knows the burden on his son’s shoulders, and he’s come to help and warn to relieve it, if only a little.

Should he also have appeared to his others sons? ABSOLUTELY!

Could he…?

Well…

Don’t get me wrong- They’d have every right to be upset if they find out that Splinter appeared to Leo and not to them. But I’m sure there was a good reason- Leo mentions “meditating for weeks” after his father’s death at one point, so his spiritual strength, place in front of the altar, and need to speak to his father could have urged down “Mr. Higher Spiritual Plane”.

That’s why Donnie couldn’t see him when he walked in. This wasn’t a ghost doing his own thing, this was a spirit summoned down by Leo. When Donnie startled him, Leo lost concentration, and Splinter disappeared.

But, it’s still going to hurt, knowing he appeared to Leo and not them…

And should he have told his other sons that he was going to die?

….No. Just, no.

For one: He only hinted at the fact with Leo because he felt it was necessary to pass on certain information, to help him prepare for what’s coming. He didn’t give him specifics, no matter how much he begged.

If he told any of the brothers- Donnie would not rest until he pressed him for every ounce of information, Mikey would not have been able to handle the thought of something happening to Splinter, and Raph probably would have died that night on the rooftop trying to stop the prediction from becoming reality.

All of them would have wanted to stay with him after the warehouse fire, and I believe Splinter separated them for a reason.

As the youngest brothers, Donnie and Mikey needed to be shielded from memories that their analytical and photographic minds would not have been able to handle. It would have broken them to see their father die.

Leonardo would spent the rest of his days hating himself for being there and not preventing it. He’d drown in the guilt and fear- because if he couldn’t doing anything, how can he be certain that he’ll be able to keep his brothers safe? How can he be trusted with their lives when he couldn’t even save their father?

This way- Leo knows he’s been sent away, and he knows Splinter’s the reason that he couldn’t protect him. The blame isn’t as strong because he wasn’t there, and that was Splinter’s fault. It’s easier to manage when there’s another to pass on the blame.

Splinter didn’t let him protect him, and by doing so, protected Leo.

Now, Splinter’s sons would have put up a fuss or gotten suspicious if one of them didn’t go with him, so he made an educated choice.

Raphael is the strongest of the brothers. Out of all of them, he’s the most likely to mentally and physically survive the battle. He doesn’t let guilt swallow him like Leo does- he turns it into anger, and uses that anger to defend his family better next time. Out of all of them, Splinter hoped that Raph would be able to handle the memories, and the show basically tells us that he does- his maturity to accepting Leo as sensei was both shocking and relieving.

Now, I’m not saying every choice made here was inherently a good one. There’s a lot of choices made in Splinter’s life that are questionable- but every choice he makes is only in his sons’s best interest. At one point, Splinter was going to run the last of his clan. He was raised to prepare for war. His sensei could have groomed him with a leader mentality, and the notion to never put his life over the sake of his clan’s, since he was supposed to lead them one day.

He’s a single dad living in the sewers who doesn’t understand the internet and fears human contact- the only way he knows to raise his children are based off experiences with his own family, and his culture. Making Leo a martyr was a mistake, and he sees that now.

So to summarize:

No one was being made a parent. Leo is a verified mother hen, and he will lead. Period. It was always going to happen, and Splinter was trying to help lead the way. He probably would have given a lot more advice had his other children not interrupted.

Yes, he made a huge mistake years ago, but now he’s trying to fix that with a simply offering of advice. Follow your heart, not your mind, because at the end of the day, the heart will always lead you and your brothers home.

No, the entire family should not have known. They would have done everything in their power to stop what could not be prevented, and that could have gotten them killed. Splinter would never allow that. Their time was not up. They would not needlessly suffer because of him. Not his boys.

Just a side note: Taking care of his brothers might not be the worst thing for our mourning boy. Not only does it give him something to focus on, but, as an older sibling, I know it sometimes brings me comfort to comfort a young sibling. Maybe it’s some buried instinct in my being to keep them happy and healthy taking over, maybe it’s because I have a tiny bit of control in the moment, or maybe it’s a feeling of accomplishment that helps battle against the aching hurt eating away at me- but it helps. It really does.

It’s not like their infants, or little kids. His brother’s can fend for themselves, and they understand their place in the world much better than they did years ago. They can protect each other.

In reality, the only thing that will change is the hovering knowledge that someone is missing.

Holy chalupa, I just wrote an essay…

Back to the episode!

The rest of this isn’t too deep. So have some reactions:

“I don’t understand… You’re fine, father-”

🎶I can see what’s happenin’ here🎶

HE CALLED HIM DADDY IN A DOJO SETTING AFTER ASSURING HIM THAT HE WAS WELL!

POOR BABY BLUE KNOWS BUT IS STUCK IN DENIAL- 😭❤️‍🩹

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Leo, he is trying to tell you! And he could have! If not for literally MILLISECONDS after he asks, Mikey interrupting. Splinter might have clarified! He might have said more! Hinted how he knows! Said he was so proud! Given advice! Cleared the air! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS-

Ah, these poor naive boys and their bad timing….

Okay, but like, how am I supposed to be annoyed at these faces. AND WHY IS RAPH OH-SO JOYOUSLY COPYING MIKEY- AND DONNIE WHAT IS THAT DEAD-EYED STARE- 🤣🤣🤣

YA’LL ARE MESSING UP MY EMOTIONS IN THIS FREAKING SCENE, YO

I’M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT

BUT EVERY TIME THEY POP UP- 🤣

Okay, but is Splinter immediately taking the invitation to spend time with his sons because he knows that he doesn’t have much longer not the most wholesome thing ever?

He can’t continue this talk with the brothers present, and they’re clearly excited to go, so why not attend and make a few more bright memories before he’s gone?

Also, I deem it illegal for rock music to be this ominous-

I blame Leo for looking despondently after them and triggering bad things are about to happen emotions. Poor blue boi.

Anyway

Splinter is not a bad father. He is imperfect, but every choice he makes is for his sons’ good. They are his world. Their lives will come before his every time, even if that means giving heartbreaking advice before he has to be taken from them. He only wants what’s best for his family.

They are his sons. He is their papa.

And that’s all there is too it. 💚❤️💜💙🧡💚

I freaking love this show…

Thanks for reading!! I did my best to double-check everything that I wasn’t sure about, so that I could be as accurate as possible! Even if I didn’t change stubborn minds, I hope I gave you guys some things to think about!

Every opinion matters! Thanks for checking out mine!

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misthogansnk · 5 months

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I’m requesting for some fluffy and romantic Syzoth/reader content lol

Syzoth love at first sight and then getting to know each other (I’m okay with fem reader or GN I’ll leave that up to you. :) )

I hope you like it and thank you very much for the request 🥹🐊💚

Remember that I am accepting requests for Syzoth x f.reader🐊🐊

Syzoth x FemReader (fluffy/romantic)

Syzoth had barely arrived at Earthrealm, having fulfilled his promise to bring Johnny and the others to the portal. He was greeted by Liu Kang who told them to go to the monks, but it was not until then that she appeared. "Lord Liu Kang, do you request my help?" y/n spoke, her voice was the first thing that captivated him, he instinctively directed his gaze towards her, oh my gods, in her eyes she was beautiful, he smiled shyly as he watched and was captivated by every feature of that woman. . beautiful. He never thought that a hot blood would captivate him, but the intrigue and the desire to get closer took over him more and more, it was only two minutes that he saw her, but in her mind they were an eternity.

Unfortunately he had not seen her again, it had been a week since he saw her for the first and only time. She tried to forget him and focused on trying to fit in. She didn't know how long she would have to stay there or if she would ever be able to return home. He felt uncomfortable under the gaze of the monks.

"Don't pay attention to other people's looks, they only judge without knowing" Syzoth had his back turned but he recognized that voice, his heart was racing and he didn't understand, he knew it was her, because he was sweating cold, his stomach seemed like a feast of butterflies, alone He saw her from afar once, what was wrong with her? Why was he embarrassed to look at her? "Are you OK?" he y/n he had spoken again but this time she touched his shoulder, she had touched him and he couldn't react, he felt helpless. "You cast a spell on me!" Syzoth uttered with his cheeks flushed with a greenish tone, but not before realizing his words and covering his face "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, forgive me, I didn't mean to..." looking away quickly but Something made him nervous and he turned his reality around, the laughter of the woman that attracted him so much. She wasn't a mocking laugh, she was tender, almost nervous. "Well, first of all let me introduce myself, my name is Y/n, and from what I was told you must be Syzoth, it's my pleasure" his warm smile was reciprocated "The pleasure is all mine y/n"

"I brought you something, I know you have problems with human food and I also know you ate a bug."

Syzoth just scratches the back of his neck again embarrassed "Johnny..."

Y/n hands him a container with a lid "My duty is to make you feel comfortable, and I thought you would be hungry, I bought this at the market, they are insects, I don't know if you like them or not." ...be careful when you open it, I had a hard time putting them there" her green eyes fixed on her, he had gotten her the food. "You shouldn't have done that y/n, thank you very much."

"Do you mind if I join you for lunch? I want you to feel at home, and by the way, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear stories."

"Doesn't it make you sick to see me eating bugs?"

"Of course not, who knows if I'll eat one too" she winks at him making him notice her little joke and in response Syzoth takes her hand taking her to a quiet place to get to know each other better. The days pass and their routine intertwines their hearts. Lunch together, walks, and late-night talks brought them closer and closer. Syzoth used to pick flowers in the gardens to decorate Y/N's hair.

Kung Lao saw them together once, and it didn't take long for him to tell everyone that a huge lizard was sleeping on Y/n's lap and that in the process he was pampered like a kitten and that he even saw them kiss, which intensified the banter and Johnny's comments. This helped though, since they hadn't actually had their first kiss yet, but they were more than determined that on their next walk they would make the rumors true.

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You know how there's fight, flight, freeze, and fawn? Well imagine an MC who's coping mechanism is to fawn (i.e. people please) out of trauma. ROs responses upon realizing this? Maybe MC's terrified of confrontations and so when they sense one coming up they try to fawn over the ROs :0

I ended up writing mini scenes for this one. I couldn't help it, this was such an interesting ask . . . I hope you like them aa

J "Why do you do that?" J asks suddenly, their brow furrowing slightly. You blink, caught off guard by their unexpected question. "Do what?" "Always agree with everything I say," J clarifies, their gaze unwavering. "Is it because you're too nervous to disagree with me? Or you just don't care enough to argue?" The bluntness of their words makes you flinch slightly, fixing your gaze on the ground beneath your feet. You open your mouth to reply, then close it again as you search for the right words. "I don't know," you finally answer honestly. "It just seems easier than arguing, I guess." J gives you a skeptical look. "So you'd rather go along just to avoid conflict?" You nod reluctantly, glancing back at them. You're surprised to see a flash of concern in their eyes. "Isn't that better than fighting all the time?" you ask quietly. J hesitates, studying your face for a long moment before replying. "Not if it means you're living a lie," they say, their tone gentler now. You bite your lip, considering their words. You know they're right; you've been compromising yourself just to keep the peace for so long it's become second nature. But at the same time, you don't know how else to act—it's all you've ever known.

A "Are you always this… enthusiastic?" A asks, resting their chin atop their hand as they peer at you curiously. "You know you don't have to do that, right? Nod and smile when I say things." You feel yourself tense, your reaction nothing short of instinctive. "Sorry," you reply hastily, mind scrambling for what to say next. You open your mouth once, twice, then close it again. Finally, you force out an explanation, albeit feeble. "I just want to seem… likable." The words feel wrong the moment they leave your lips—not because they're untrue, but rather that you hate how vulnerable they make you sound. They aren't meant to be heard by someone else. But if A notices, they don't show it. They merely shrug, turning away from you to gaze thoughtfully at a cluster of birds flying through the courtyard. "I think I liked you better when you were all broody and quiet." There's no bite behind the statement. In fact, it almost sounds fond. You must have imagined it.

L L furrows their brows together slightly as they consider you for a moment. "You're doing it again." "What?" you say, suddenly self-conscious. "Saying yes to everything I say. Like you're trying to make me happy," L says softly, a look of concern passing over their face. "Do I make you feel like you have to do that?" "No! No, that's not it," you quickly reply, trying not to sound too defensive. "I just..." L watches you, waiting patiently for your answer. You scramble for words, but all you manage are some half-formed syllables before trailing off. Finally, you give up and sigh, staring down at the ground. "I don't know. I just don't want to bother people. That's all." When you finally gather the courage to glance at them, L's frowning in thought, their eyebrows pinched together in what appears to be contemplation. "Who said that? That you'd bother someone?" You shake your head frantically, struggling to find an explanation. "No, it's—I mean..." "Okay, fine. But you don't bother me. If they bother you, then I'll bother them back. And then they can bother both of us until everyone's bothered equally." L's tone is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness in their voice that leaves no room for argument. "Alright?" It takes you a few moments to register the meaning of their words, and eventually, your lips pull into a faint smile; the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "Alright." "I guess we should probably start bothering each other soon, then," you concede, finally meeting their gaze. L beams at that, the corner of their eyes crinkling.

#NAE BOTHER #I could not resist #I'm sorry it took so long #ask #about: ro #lightweaver: chosen #if wip #interactive fiction #about: mc #choice of games #dashingdon #hosted games #this was fun write

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evandarya · 2 years

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@burr-burr That's a blank canvas if I ever saw one.

Danny had been Ghost King for approximately six days, three hours, and twenty seven minutes when he found out that the Ghost Zone had a leak. It was one of those things that everyone knew about, but only really affected the human realm so no one did anything about it. Well, Danny might not be able to fix it, but he'd at least check it out. After all, ectoplasm was supposed to stay in the ghost zone so it didn't get corrupted, and if any humans found corrupted ectoplasm- well, he didn't want to think about that.

That's how Danny found Damian. The boy was seven and already had blood on his hands. Well, he can hardly be held responsible for that. He's a child. And a child of the Infinite Realms, too. The boy wasn't ghost, nor a Halfa, but he was liminal. The unnatural shade of his eyes told Danny that much. No child should grow up, forced to kill, manipulated to become an assassin. And the fact that Damian was technically one of Danny's subjects didn't help his need to protect the boy.

But what could he do? Humans couldn't live in the Ghost Zone, so he couldn't take the boy with him. At the same time, his instincts screamed at him whenever he tried to leave. Add onto that he still hadn't found out how to clear the contaminated ectoplasm from the so called Lazarus Pits. Danny was floating, invisible above the boy, watching as he worked through his morning workout in his room when the boy paused, turned around and looked right at him.

"If you are going to kill me, you should have done it while I slept."

Danny froze. "You can see me?"

"Tt, of course I can. What are you, some kind of Pit demon?"

"No, I'm more of a Pit King." Danny said, flicking the iron crown above his head. "Can you show me that move? Where you jump in the air and spin around?"

Damian rolled his eyes, but complied, anyway. One day, one day soon Danny would find a safe place to take the little ghostling, but for now he would watch and protect.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc comics #batman #crossover #dp x dc #fanfic #damian wayne

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sandinmybed · 10 months

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big ramble about mike's love languages and how that relates to his relationships with will and el ahead!

its just occurred to me that in s3, during lucas and mike's little "how to apologise to a girl when you're gay and dont have any instincts in a straight relationship" crash course, the one thing mike did actually understand as relationship advice from lucas was "girls like presents." that's the thing he focused on the most, which was a great segue into a silly montage of lucas, mike and a very fed-up will running around the mall trying to buy gifts for the girls.

however, el doesn't give a damn about presents, not really. she doesn't really react to the flowers he gives her in s4 - she cares more about the note and what it says (and what it says does not please her.) el's love language appears to be words - she keeps mike's letters, and she's acutely aware of what they all say. she needs mike to *say* that he loves her - him showing how much he cares is not enough for el. so mike focusing on giving her presents was never going to work. his way of showing affection/love is not what she naturally recognises.

but yknow who does canonically like presents?

this boi.

continued under the cut because this got long:

the only advice mike's able to take from lucas' girlfriend apology training speedrun is the one that applies to him. mike's love language is receiving gifts. this isn't a "mike's so selfish" dunk post because hes literally thirteen and it makes sense to him that if he likes presents, el must like presents too. everyone likes presents, right? but it just further shows the disconnect between them. they can't recognise what the other person needs. (side note, el never gives him any presents or compliments him during the course of their relationship if i recall. mike isn't receiving love in a way he understands either.)

when mike fucks up with el, he needs a training course from lucas on how to fix it and he still doesn't understand what's going on (and lets not forget mike is smart as fuck, he should logically be able to work this out.) then, like four hours later chronologically, he fucks up with will. he visibly realises he's fucked up as soon as he says the infamous INMFYDLG line and without anyone telling him to, he travels miles in the pouring rain to fix it. notably, with words. will is also not interested in presents. mike isnt often (maybe ever?) shown giving him a present, but he gives will plenty of heartfelt words and verbally appreciates will. in season 4, he fights with will and el on the same day AGAIN, and what does he do? he brings el a plate of eggos, which she rejects by not touching them. they fight more, "a fight you can't come back from." and then later, his apology to will - he doesn't bring any gifts or peace offerings, he just calmly talks to him and apologises sincerely. and it works perfectly - they're back to sharing their feelings with each other and being best friends. the tension in their relationship is basically gone after that.

on a related note, let's look at what will and el do when they first see mike after a year, mike! six months. el plans a whole day together, doing all this crazy fun stuff like breakfast burritos and rollerskating, and mike goes with it but his response is noticeably a little confused. think about mike as a character - he's nerdy, a little awkward, he likes comic books, video games, movies, and stories. he's got his close friends but he's not really a social butterfly. he'd probably be just as happy to go home and watch movies together and hang out, rather than meet a bunch of el's "friends." it all goes to shit, as we know, which is neither el nor mike's fault, but it does.

will brings the painting to their reunion. will has been working on this painting for like a week, probably. he's poured tons of effort and time into it. he obviously doesn't get a chance to give it to him until the van, but when he does?

mike loves it.

that awestruck smile - this is for him and will made it. and we know mike particularly likes receiving will's art, he's been shown to have more of it on his walls than even joyce does. this is also why mike is so confused - these tags perfectly describe why mike is so messed up about the painting, imo. he likes gifts, and brings one for el, but el doesnt give him one back. but then will does, and he loves it, but will says its from el.

but this also explains why after the painting reveal, mike looks a little bit like he might know something's up.

gift giving/receiving and words of affirmation are the love languages that mike understands best, remember. so will byers, visibly emotional, has just given him an epic speech about how great "el" thinks he is, while presenting him with a handmade gift that's perfectly thought out for mike's interests that he poured hours of work into. let's not forget mike is very intelligent. i dont think he's fully oblivious like fandom thinks he is - when it comes to mike wheeler feeling appreciated, will has absolutely nailed it, and that's his downfall when it comes to hiding his feelings. he's too good at knowing what makes mike feel loved. so now mike's got to deal with will's perfectly adapted tokens of love and how instinctually easy he finds it to please will, vs his girlfriend, who never really makes him feel appreciated, and his own inability to make her feel appreciated

#mike wheeler analysis #mike wheeler #byler #byler analysis #anti mlvn #mike's love language is gift receiving #stranger things analysis #mike wheeler i know what you are

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purerehua · 9 months

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kiss cam

- noun: kiss cam; plural noun: kiss cams

a live video feed in a sports arena showing images of selected couples in the audience in the expectation that they will kiss.

pairing ⇆ zb1 kim taerae x reader

genre ⇆ fluff ; romance ; unexpected feelings ; frnds 2 lvrs ; open ending

wc ⇆ 1.1k

cw ⇆ poor representation of baseball lol, also 90% writing and 10% dialogue. sorry y'all i'm working on it. let me know if i missed any warnings!

the cheers of the crowd rung loud in your ears as everyone yelled and jumped for the third time this afternoon. you were currently attending a baseball game with your bestfriend kim taerae and you could tell he was having the time of his life. you on the other hand? not so much.

it’s not that it was boring or anything, you had your own basic understanding of baseball but you couldn’t say you had an interest in it. taerae however insisted it would be great and you would have fun, plus you guys hadn’t spent time together in a while since you both had responsibility to your college studies.

so here you were, zoning out in the crowd while your loser of a friend whooped and yelled, smiling brightly at whatever impressive thing the player just did. he settled down again, calming down and watching the game with bright and focused eyes. but as much as it was entertaining to watch him go crazy over this, you needed a break as soon as possible.

taerae’s head turned to you as you tapped his shoulder before your mouth moved to speak.

“i’ll go to the bathroom real quick, okay?”

with a nod and thumbs up from taerae, you made your way past the people in your row and found the bathroom. you took your time, using the toilet and fixing yourself in the mirror a bit. you even pulled out some oil blotting sheets and your tinted lip balm because why not? and as you finished up and were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way back to your seat beside taerae. as you settled back beside him, you realized that there was nothing going on in the field at the moment, and your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

taerae somehow sensing your confusion started to explain.

“they’re taking a break, don't worry it’ll start back up in a few minutes.”

you let out a hum of understanding at this, and instead your eyes drifted to the big screen in the meantime. it played a variety of advertisements before the TV showed a real time camera that was pointing towards the audience. the big text in bold spelling ‘KISS CAM’ dawned on you as the camera continued to single out two random people after another. you laughed a bit, since the first few reactions were people either refusing or flat out yelling ‘THEY’RE MY SIBLING’ to the camera.

the camera finally landed on a real couple and they shared a sweet kiss to which everyone cheered at. you instinctively glanced at taerae wondering what he’d do if the camera were to land on the both of you.

just then, as your eyes drifted back to the big screen, you could see the frame focus on taerae and the girl on the other side of him, immediately you looked over at taerae beside you who’s expression went from relaxed to bewildered in a snap. he brought his hands up to communicate his reluctance, but the girl beside him perked up in a casual manner and over the noise of the crowd you were sure you heard her say that she didn’t mind.

he was floundering, his body was faced away from you and his words failed him as he tried to figure what to do.

he looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes basically screaming for help. your own eyes widened as you shrugged your shoulders, silently saying you had no idea what to do. but taerae looked so desperate, and you felt so bad from the way his fist tightly held on the edge of his shirt, the way his other hand kept coming up to adjust his glasses nervously.

so you did the only thing you could think of and the millisecond before your lips touched, you realized how bad of an idea this was.

you had spun him around, pulling him in by his shirt before planting your lips on his. he surprisingly didn’t scream bloody murder in shock, instead steadying himself by holding onto your waist and relaxing into the kiss.

it was short and sweet, you almost expected him to kiss like this. It’s not like you’ve ever wondered what kind of kisser taerae was (you totally have) but somehow the kiss felt exactly like him, and that made it quite enjoyable even if it didn’t last that long.

once you both parted, your eyes found the TV screen immediately and obviously the camera had now panned over to show you and him in place of him and that girl. people were whooping and cheering you on, even the girl that was originally supposed to do the kiss cam with taerae.

your gaze came back to focus on your best friend, who looked at you with a soft smile and admiration in his eyes. you suddenly got shy and realized that you were still holding on to his shirt so you promptly let go, smoothing it down for him and clearing your throat.

he in turn moved his hands from your waist, opting to clasp them behind his back instead. he seemed to be waiting for you to say something, as a few seconds passed of him looking at you and you pointedly avoiding eye contact with him.

seemingly realizing you weren't going to say anything, he picked up his bucket of popcorn and offered it to you with a soft smile.

"y/n, do you want some popcorn?"

you could feel the box being pushed against your fingers lightly and you finally lift your head to face taerae for the first time since the kiss. and as soon as you did it, you internally panicked.

' woah why is he looking he looking at me like that? '

you gulped and suddenly the urge to kiss him again was so strong you could vomit. looking at him again you saw a whole new perspective and were suddenly very aware of the way his hair fell, the dimple on his cheek, and the smile lines around his mouth now suddenly drove you crazy.

you politely shook your head, wringing your hands behind your back and willing yourself to focus on the game you had absolutely no interest in.

later at home, you lay on your bed in the comfort of your room silently reflecting on the days events. you think about how awkward and quiet it was when taerae drove you home.

you think about how attractive he looked driving.

suddenly your phone vibrated in your hand, and you brought it to your eye level to see a new message from the very man you were just gushing over in your head...

a/n: this work has been locked up for like two weeks and i finally decided to finish it up and post it. anyway, thanks for the love on my bf!hao texts. i might make a part two for this taerae and y/n, should i? lmk.

#zb1 #zerobaseone #kim taerae #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone taerae #kim taerae x reader #taerae x reader #zb1 oneshots #zb1 fanfiction #zerobaseone fanfics #fluff #friends to lovers

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bowiebond · 2 years

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AU where right after Billy crashes, he’s about to have a good old angry cry over his baby, he’s about to touch the goop on his cracked window and be lured away by his own curiosity, when he’s blinded by headlights.

“Oh my god, sir, are you alright? I thought I heard a crash…” Joyce “Psycho” Byers is rushing out of the car to check on him, some kid she doesn’t really know, because she’s on her way back from work and heard the whole thing and has never been able to ignore a situation where someone might need help.

“Oh god, you poor thing, you’re bleeding, um, I think I have some bandaids in the car - wait no, we should probably get you checked out all together, what if you have a concussion, do you have a concussion? Tell me if this hurts.” She’s talking too fast in her panic, and he’s kind of bewildered as she reached out to feel under his curls for more wounds, but he snaps out of it quickly when she does poke at the growing lump from where he hit his head on the door more than once. The spilt on his forehead hurts enough.

“Watch it, lady.” He doesn’t have enough will power to yell at an older woman, a mother, but he’s running pretty high on emotions right now.

“Let me check your eyes - Jesus, it’s dark out here.” Joyce mutters, Billy dodging her attempts as pulling his pinched brows apart and up.

“Hands off, will you? I just fucking crashed.”

“Don’t use that tone with me.” It’s an instinctive response and it leaves Billy flushing with shame, which only makes him want to throw something, kick something, and it ends up being his car because he’s not gonna kick a woman.

“Sorry, I have two boys, the oldest used to have a bit of a smart mouth.” Joyce flusters. “Is this your car? It was just you?”

“Yeah. Something hit my fu- my windshield. I swerved. Hit the pole.” He felt ridiculous. It was a silent road, he could have just stepped on the break and he would still have a car, his only fucking freedom and possession.

“It happens to the best of us. I’m just glad you’re not dead. Do you need a ride home?”

“I had a date.” He muttered, but his sour mood would not be fixed by seeing Karen Wheeler. Even he knew that.

“Oh, well, I’m sure they’ll understand if you give them a call. The hospital can be a pretty penny, but I can take you home and your parents can keep an eye on you, I’m sure you have a first aid kit, right?”

Yeah, his parents would not give a solitary shit about his condition. Neil would add to it if he was feeling particularly mean.

“My dads gonna kill me.”

“A car is just a thing, honey, it can be replaced. You can’t be. He’ll understand.” Joyce placed a hand on his shoulder and Billy shook her off with a glare at the hunk of junk. All his best memories, down the drain with one crash. His baby was gone so quickly. Like all good things.

“He really won’t.” He muttered, huffing to him. He’d have to find a pay phone. Get someone to tow her back to his place. She’d take a while to fix up, but he prayed he could do it.

Joyce was quiet a while.

“Why don’t you come home with me? Our couch is a pull out, I have a fully stocked first aid kit, I even did a little nursing in the past, volunteer work, so you can relax for a bit until I’m certain you’re good to go.”

Billy sighed. He had two options. Stay here, sort this shit out himself and walk home, or go with the lady everyone calls crazy but seems relatively nice, who has a pull out that’s somewhere other than his own house.

Billy wasn’t stupid, even if he was stubborn.

“Okay. Thank you. Ma’am.”

“Oh please, Ms Byers or Joyce, whichever is most comfortable for you.” She waved off his attempt at manners and put a hand on his back. “Come on, it’s muggy out here, even this late, and I’d like to go home too.” She joked.

“My car…”

“I have a friend at the station.” She patted his chest. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tow your car home, or to the nearest shop, whichever is best for you.”

She really was doing too much. Billy was gonna start feeling guilt above the slight humiliation he already felt. He rounded her car, a sense of ease filling him as he opened the door. He felt like he had just escaped something really bad, for some reason. Maybe his fathers wrath for the evening.

“Oh, what’s your name again, honey? I forgot to ask.” Joyce asked from over the roof of the car, a little pinch between her brows.

“…William. Most people just call me Billy though.”

“William, that’s my son name.” She broke into a bright smile. “Well, now I’ll have two Williams in my house. I do hope I don’t mix you two up.” She joked as she slipped into the car. He cracked a small smile as he followed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be calling you Mom like he does.”

“Oh, Jim says I’m everyone’s mother.” She chuckled as she started the engine. “I won’t hold it against you if you slip up.”

“I won’t.” As nice as she was, she wasn’t his mother.

As she drove them away from the scene, Billy felt the anxiety ease in his chest. She was playing pop hits from the previous decade, but they’re nice, nostalgic, and he finds himself almost drifting off.

“Don’t go falling asleep, Will, you might be concussed, sweetie.” Her hand reaches out and brushes his curls back from his face.

“It’s Billy.” He mumbled, and everything kind of goes hazy as his eyes unfocused. Her car is equally muggy as outside, with the smell of artificial lavender, and the music has trilled to something softer. It’s just perfect for a nap.

“Right. Sorry, honey.” He likes that she’s still patting him as she drives, just his hair where it doesn’t ache or sting. “Just stay awake, okay?”

“Okay…” He would. Or at least, he really did try. He’s pretty sure he’s not concussed, just…sleepy.

It feels nice to fall asleep with a hand on his head like the old days.

#just some Joyce and Billy fluff <3 #Joyce mothering Billy like she does Will <3 #because Billy is a sensitive boy too #Billy hargrove #Joyce Byers #fix it au okay #stranger things

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mishwanders · 7 months

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Hey mish 👉👈

legend as literally been taking for over every thought sooo could i maybe get some fluffy soft Legend

-🐰

You said fluffy Legend - SO I GIVE YOU BUNNY LEGEND SNUGGLES!!!

Characters: Legend x GN!Reader, including Twilight for hilarious banter.

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

“Twi, there you are - uh, what’s that?”

Twilight and Legend both stood still in realization that you had somehow snuck up on them amidst their plan that involved ridding the Veteran of the dark crystal that had turned him into the cutest little pink bunny that would ever grace the grounds of Hyrule. It didn’t help the fact that Legend had a huge crush on you, one that Twilight had known and the Veteran had asked him specifically that you wouldn’t see him in this form. So, Twilight did what he could best and turned to face you, hiding his small friend behind his back in hopes that he’d be able to hide away in the grass before your eyes caught him.

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing there!” Twilight lied

You crossed your arms as you stared directly at him. “Twilight you are one of the worst liars I’ve ever met. Now, where’s the bunny?”

“What bunny?”

“Twi -” You groaned, pushing past him and inspecting the grass. You watched to see a pair of eyes peer up at you from the grass, catching the movement of its little nose binkies and the sight of its bright pink fur. You quickly pulled out one of the extra bananas that Wild had given you from your pouch, peeling a part of it and holding it close in its direction.

Bunny Legend looked at you as if you were crazy, but when he caught on to the scent of the banana, he couldn’t help himself but come close and take the smallest of bites. The flavor of it was so good, he couldn’t control his little bunny body from binkying in the air. When he landed back down on the ground he looked around at himself in shock. “How did I do that?!”

Now you were shocked by the very clear human voice coming out of him. “Legend?!”

He cowered, knowing he’d been caught. He half expected you to laugh at him, but instead you got down on his level, holding out your arms to him. “What happened to you?”

Well, if you were offering to hold and console him, Legend was not going to miss that opportunity. That’s how he found his way in your arms, pointing towards Twilight with his little paw. “I might have touched his dark crystal.”

“The thing that turns him into wolfie?” You asked

“H-How did you know?!” Twilight chimed in, confused how you knew.

“Twilight the marks on your face are the same as Wolfies.” You replied, “Any idea on how to fix this?”

“The master sword can fix it, but we have to lure Sky over here to do so.” Twilight stated

You nodded, gently petting Legend’s little bunny head as he instinctively snuggled in closer to your arm, content as could be. “You know, I know we have to turn him back, but I quite like him like this, he is so soft and cute!”

Twilight bit down on his lip, trying not to laugh at the Veterans expense. He could see the glare the man was giving him in his small form, hearing him respond with “If you tell any of the other’s about this, I swear you’re going to be waking up with one of Wild’s bugs in your bed.”

Twilight laughed in response, unable to contain himself any longer. “Don’t worry, my friend, I won’t tell a soul.”

#lu legend #legend x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #writing: legend #sfe #fun Mish fact: I used to raise dwarf bunnies #they’re one of mt favorite animals

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thekatebridgerton · 1 year

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The thing is that in the books, I've always loved the duality between Anthony and Colin and the fact they basically turn into each other, as soon as they fall inlove.

No seriously hear me out. On one hand you have book Anthony. He's responsible, hard on everyone, doesn't joke, or smile, he lives for his duty so much he's planned to marry without love in order to fulfill it. Anthony has the temper of an annoyed father figure who just can't put up with his siblings anytime they cause yet another mess he must fix. And this is evident in.... How he treats Colin, the sibling who likes to prank him and lives to try his patience. But Then Anthony meets Kate, and lo and behold she makes him laugh, he can joke with her, he can be himself with her, confide his true thoughts, enjoy his life, feel free from his responsibility when he's with her, so of course she's the only person who sees this funny and immature Colin-like side of him.

Then we have book Colin. Charming, well spoken, people don't think he's ever lost his temper in his life, he's the life of the party going from sibling to sibling playing matchmaker and reveling in the way he can drive Anthony mad with his antics. Colin, who can get away with murder with just an impish grin and a flick of his fingers. Looks like the least responsible of his brothers, what with his traveling around and never setting roots. But then he realizes he's inlove with Penelope and she brings out not only the protective instinct in him, but also the Anthony like temper that he's never shown to anyone. She makes him angry and he lets her know it! but she also makes him want to set roots and take responsibility for her because she evidently hasn't considered the consequences of her actions as LW. Nevermind that Penelope didn't ask him to help, too bad, she's going to be his wife and he's going to be overbearing and overprotective and stern! Penelope needs stern! he can't be charming Colin with her, she's prepared to walk all over him if he gives her an inch. In the books its fun, because Colin pretends he doesn't have a temper until Penelope brings it out and from then on he's pretty much done with joking around. with her he's all MY WIFE, MY HOUSE, MY RULES. and Penelope goes NO IT AINT. Because Penelope is exactly the kind of person who can and will override his temper with hers. So he has to be his true self, and his true self is a bit more like Anthony than he lets people see.

And that's the meta of the day for you

#anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #kanthony

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ash-says · 1 month

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Saviour Complex Fever:

Let's address the saviour Complex today and no I am not talking here only in the romantic sense but also in platonic, familial,etc ways.

Ohh my traumatized girlies you better get your attention piqued up here cause this can be a call out or triggering post.

Speaking in my corporate babe language I am going to adopt both top to bottom and bottom to top approach to make sure you understand the problem. So without circumventing much I am going in for the goal.

1) Top to bottom Approach:

Starting with the OG," I can fix them" attitude.

Calm down babe, you can't. How about first fixing your sleep schedule for the starters?

We usually see this attitude being discussed a lot in the romantic hemisphere but I profoundly believe it plays a pivotal role in other bonds we have with people and tend to bleed into our romantic life so on and so forth.

Example: Take a child who is five years old and the parents are irresponsible. The child learns early on not only to look after itself but also acts as a therapist to his parents if one of them has zero sense of emotional boundaries and tends to trauma dump on the child. The child will look for ways in which he/she can make things easier and happier for the parent. In a way try to fix the parent and take on the role of being an adult.

How does it affect the bonds you create as an adult?

You become the mom friend.

The mama duck of the group who is always making sure everyone is taken care of properly.

You go above and beyond your comfort to help your friends out.

Take responsibility for your immediate surroundings.

Always trying to be the best and act like a saviour.

Last but not the least, people violate your boundaries time and time again but you forgive them and treat them like a child despite them being functioning adults.

So your homework is to assess your friendships, familial relationships, romantic relationships and check whether you are babysitting a adult?

If yes, are you getting paid for it enough?

No, drop the role.

2) Bottom to Top Approach:

Even the saviour dreams of being saved at times.

One of the potent reasons we tend to pick on the saviour role is because deep down we want to be saved. Salvation is what we desire.

Someone to lean on. A rock solid support. To lower our guards and be present without a worry.

Then we are faced with the harsh realities and realise it's not as simple as we think it is.

Therefore, whenever we see someone in need our instinct activates and we automatically start babysitting. We fill the void by embodying the persona that we deeply crave in our life.

It's the Chiron in us. We take on the role of the wounded healer.

That's where you need to remind yourself you don't need an external person or support to protect you. Many times we are sold this idea that we are fixed by someone else.

It's your job to fix your own house. Not your neighbours.

Your body, your mental health is where your spirit lives. Others can aid you but at the end of the day you won't be trusting your house to a total stranger. It's you who takes control and dictates the course of it.

So kill this idea that someone out there is going to walk into your life and then everything will be rainbows and roses.

Fine, if you believe life is a Disney movie you can go ahead and kiss a couple of frogs to find your prince charming. Your life, your rules.

But don't be surprised if you catch a disease or two while kissing the frogs .

After all, I always say:

There are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour, darling.

And if you do want to be a mother badly there are plenty of orphaned kids out there you can spend some time with them rather than those ungrateful, therapy inducing, namesake adults.

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Akeshu Daughter from the future in Mpreg Akiren During Strikers AU:

Credit to “@iftheworldendsinflames” for bringing up the idea.

She originally brought up the idea for the “Mpreg Akiren during Strikers” idea, but I could see this working for a couple scenarios, I’ll split them into separate posts.

So, one plot issue with this particular scenario is “Why would Komari be there in the first place?” Since most “from the future” plots, have said person from the future come to the past to warn someone of something, or to fix or prevent something bad from happening themselves.

For this case, there’s nothing really world endangering or life threatening in Strikers that could be perilous to Komari and her future, so what if she got sent to the past somehow by accident and so her goal is to get back home and she needs the assistance of the Phantom Thieves but at the same time, obviously can’t fully reveal why and who exactly she is as that might rewrite her original reality she’s from, or worse, erase her from existence entirely.

So, she goes “undercover” in a sense. She keeps her first name, but goes by a different allies off the fly after nearly fucking up her cover—

“I’m Komari Ama—--uh—-Ake—-Ah–ak—ak–a–gi? Yes! Akagi. Komari Akagi, that’s me!”

Inspired after remembering a Japanese Jazz pianist with that surname. That kanji spelling of Akagi translates to “Red Castle” which—is unintentionally similar to the meaning of “Amamiya” which means “Rain Palace”. So already she’s made a subtle whoopsie.

I like to think Akechi would also take his child to the Jazz Jin to keep the tradition and so Komari grew up listening to the Jazz Genre and probably came across the name Akagi by listening to one of his songs.

Out of panic and memory, she chooses the surname which also translates to something similar to what one of her fathers surname means, it’s too late to pick a different name so all she can do is internally hope and pray they don’t catch on.

She does openly tell the Thieves things about herself if asked or randomly if a subject reminds her of her upbringing, but of course nothing outright

Like, she obviously can’t say: “My Parents are Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi”. But she brings up in passing “Oh I don’t have a “mom” I have two dads actually.”

“Oh, you’re adopted then?”

“No, one of my dads gave birth to me.”

“...........Wha?” Everyone is puzzled as hell at that response until they remember “Oh wait, we have a pregnant male party member.”

Ryuji jokes that Ren and Komari’s dad should meet one day so they can bond over pregnancy experiences. Komari laughs in response but internally is freaking out because “I’m in deeper shit than I thought. Not only did I go back in time, I got dropped in the year I was born, Ren is my dad, he’s pregnant with me.”

She actively avoids interacting with the newborn version of herself to avoid a paradox. One of the Thieves notices this and asks her why she doesn’t seem to want to be around the baby, and she doesn’t want to come off as rude or heartless so she doesn’t want to use the “Oh, I don’t like children” excuse, so she stammers out an accidental declaration that she has a crippling phobia of babies.

Out of instinct she’ll slip up in interactions by acting too familiar with the group, or little genetic quirks and mannerisms inherited from her parents will shine through. Most of them go over the Thieves' heads, but Ren silently takes notice and can’t help but be reminded of Akechi in more ways than one.

Komari inherited Akechi’s eye color and front bangs of his hair. Hair color wise, is from Ren; black and naturally messy.

Black hair and Brown eyes isn’t that uncommon of an appearance in Japan. But Ren knows those eyes, the reddish brown tint of his allegedly deceased rival. It’s probably why he can’t help but smile fondly when talking and looking at her. He hopes his and Akechi’s unborn daughter inherits the same eyes.

When meeting Morgana in this timeline for the first time, unlike everyone else’s first reaction to him, Komari doesn’t do the “AH WHATTHEHECKATALKINGCAT?!” thing since she grew up with Morgana so already knows about his ordeal, so purely out of natural instinct she treats him with respect and an individual which gives her good points from him off the bat because “Finally, someone that treats me as an equal. Why can’t you be more like Mari-Chan, Ryuji? I like this girl, I say we’re keeping her!”

She almost slips up by nearly referring to Ryuji, Yuusuke, Ann, Makoto, Haru and Futaba as “Aunt/Uncle”, more times than she’d like to admit.

Seems to have a personal hatred for politicians. When asked, she explains “My family doesn’t have good experiences with politicians.”

Has an unconscious habit of referring to people that anger her as “Trash” under her breath.

Wears black gloves that Ren especially takes notice of. He asks her about them and how they remind him of—-someone he really cared for and misses. Afraid that he could be getting suspicious of her, and immediately regretting responding with “Oh, these belonged to one of my dads.” She waves off the similarity with “Black is a common color for gloves, i’m sure it's just a coincidence.”

Very—-- “enthusiastic” when fighting shadows in the Metaverse. It scares the shit out of most of the Thieves, except Joker, who gets instant “Third Semester Black Mask Akechi” flashbacks, and tears up while watching the strange yet familiar girl massacre the shadows.

The Thieves say that Komari reminds them of Ren. Much to Ren’s bewilderment because according to him “Me???? Really, I mean if you say so, but I don’t really see it. Is it our hair color? We both have black and messily textured hair.”

Mari-chan inherited Ren’s humor, playfulness, courage and charisma. When she smiles and interacts with the group, it’s genuine. She’s also naturally honest which could explain why she’s making so many unintentional fuck ups by revealing too much information about herself. She most definitely did not inherit Akechi’s acting and ability to put on a false mask in public and it shows.

I cannot stress enough how the only thing that would save this poor girl from unintentionally causing a paradox is if the Phantom Thieves and Ren are all simultaneously cursed with sharing one braincell.

She’s trying, she really is. But if the Akechi from her original timeline could see this he’d be facepalming and sighing in disappointment, then in utter defeat calls Ren over to give him a heads up that there’s going to be some drastic changes to their reality because their lovely pride and joy somehow got herself teleported to the past to the year of her birth and is flopping like a fish out of water at mission “Go undercover and befriend the past versions of my family, reveal that I’m from the future but not my exact identity, so they can hopefully help me return to my reality.” Because he just got reminded that she inherited Ren’s intellect and now they and everyone in their reality is fucked.

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 strikers #akeshu #shuake #ren x akechi #akeshu child #phantom thieves #akiren #ren amamiya #akira kusuru #goro akechi #time travel #mpreg #fanfic concept

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darkittensniper · 2 months

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BLACK LOTUS

Pairing: Cassandra x Donna

Wc: 1.7k

Summary: Cassandra gets her Cadou. Things don't go as planned. Donna is called to handle it.

AN: This is in response to an ask by @muffinsin. I hope you enjoy this, even if I did like butcher the request for Beauty and the Beast and this came out instead. I mean its kinda like it... but mostly not. Again im sorry for that! Your next request I'll do better on I promise my child! Even then this one for you my FAVORITE and ONLY CHILD!

Donna stood just shy of the smaller women’s sleeping form. Pitch colored mourning dress covering the tall, lithe frame of the Lord. Fingers longer than most, short, trimmed nails painted a glossy black. Veins, healthy and thick snaked along underneath pale skin. Clasped in front of her, Donna had to stop herself from reaching out and touching icy skin. The Lord had only to move a few inches and long toned arms could easily pick up the women and pull her to the Lord’s chest.

The women in question was Cassandra Demitrescu. With the brown-haired girls Awakening from Mother Mirandas Cadou experiments. The middle daughter had attacked the Priestess. From the moment those piercing yellow eyes opened, they held nothing but a feral rage. Clawed hands had cut the Black God deep in her stomach. Had the Priestess still been human, the blow would have killed her. Black mold sludge like blood had spewed from the wound. For all three of the daughters, Cassandra was the only one who did not get to go home with her Mother and siblings.

Lord Beneviento had been whisked away from her manor to come to aid Mother Miranda. The girl seemly had lost all function to speak, the lack of understanding any spoken words. Reverted to the base primal nature in her mind. A raging beast the Black God had called her as she ranted at Lord Donna. Donna had heard even less of what the Black God was talking about, her focus as soon as she stepped into the laboratory had been the blood covered women, crouched in the corner. Snarling and gashing her teeth, small cub like fangs sticking out of her mouth. Seeing that she was very much covered in not only the Priestess blood, but also her own. A jagged and very open wound starting from just under her neck, continuing down between her breast and to her belly button. It looked horrible, but Cassandra didn’t take notice. She felt only anger, fear, and an insatiable hunger.

The Lord had never seen anything so beautiful. Even with every inch of her covered in filth, and her own viscera Donna was ensnared instantly. The instant Donna walked over to the women; Cassandra instincts were sent on high alert. Everything about this veiled woman screamed deadly, predator and prey. And the brunette-haired women didn’t like feeling like prey. Hackles raised as blood poured from her mouth, coating her chin in a fresh wash of crimson. Launching herself at the Lord, intent to gut this woman. Strike first, state your power. A warning. These types of feelings were cording through Cassandra even if she could not make sense of them. She needed to act. This veiled woman was dangerous. Very. Very dangerous.

“Black Lotus.”

The words raspy and deep, barely above a whisper. The slight winkle of the mourning veil the only other sign the lithe women had spoken. Mother Miranda flinched. The next moments caused everyone except Lord Beneviento herself a wave of atrociously violent nausea and vertigo. Raising well-built hands from centuries of gardening, craftsmen work in her family business, and various other fields of knowledge. The elegance of each finger, each in a certain fixed motion, much like the Master Puppeteer she was. All four of Cassandra limbs were now under the sole control of Lord Beneviento. Blooming forth from her left hand a three-petal lotus started to form from the skin there. This otherworldly flower continued to unfurl outwards on itself, a silver-tinged eye forming in the middle of flower. It wriggled and blinked around sporadically, vine line black tendrils whipped from the growth, lashing the air.

The fluttering of Mother Mirandas swarming into her flock of crows falling on deaf ears. The Black God having barely escaped but a small taste of the true power Lord Beneviento wielded. This was the problem, at least in the eyes of Mother Miranda, the dollmakers had no control of just who got affected by her powers. Or so Lord Beneviento made her think. All the Lords of the Village knew out of all of them, their youngest sister had the most control of her powers. For only she truly knew just how deadly they could be if she ever truly lost control.

Cassandra made no noise as she watched the veiled women disappear from her field of vision. Looking around wildly, nose searching over her own scent, trying to find something. Her arms and legs were still unresponsive to her, which sent a new wave of fear into her. The flies spilling from the wound along her chest flew around only to come back to their place inside of her. Seemingly just as confused and disoriented as Cass. She couldn’t swarm. Only bite at the air and let loose long rage filled wails.

A warm finger being placed upon the screaming women’s forehead. Yellow eyes freezing on the Lord’s finger. The wails quieted, no longer echoing off the walls, instead more of a wounded animal noise left Cassandra. Feeling her body lose all semblance of control, the room was spinning The lack of any feeling was the next thing the smaller women noticed. Before even if she hadn’t shown in, the burning pain along her neck, sternum, and stomach had stopped. She felt weightless, like every inch of her had turned into pure energy.

The Lord watched on in utter fascination. She knew the girls mind was easy to warp to her will. The mental barrier had been all but non-existent from the second Donna had contacted her mental. What did intrigue the tall lithe Lord even more, was just how shapeless and chaotic the brown haired women’s thoughts were. If one could call them thoughts. Instead Donna Beneviento found pure, primal emotions.

Hunger.

Bloodlust.

Rage.

Such a feral seething rage Donna could taste it. And oh what a decadent taste it was. This Lord had been ‘starving’ for centuries. Not for food. Not for drink. Not for anything else material in this world. She had been starved of the right obsession.

Cassandra Demitrescu had become that obsession. As soon as the Lord had laid her eye on the women, who now lay slumped on the floor. Yellow eyes were fixed on the writhing mass that made up the Black Lotus on the Lord’s hand. Not that the poor girl could look anywhere else even if she tried. Not only did the petals of the lotus produce an intoxicating scent, teasing at the potent power that lay within. The sporadically moving grey tinged eye also held the same bewitching effect. As long as Donna wished it, Cassandra would be under her hold. Even if eye contact is broken, even if lungs are cleared, once the Black Lotus has latched on, there is no running from it. Even in death there is no escaping the madness that can be brought upon even the strongest willed minds.

Not that Donna wanted to torture her little doll. Lord Beneviento liked that. Her little doll. There would be all sorts of other sweet tortures this veiled Lord could bring the women. For right now though Donna only wished to bring peace to the wounded girl. So that’s just what she did, removing every pain receptor in a body is easy when the Lord could name off every single last one them. Next came Cassandras sight, steeping the women in darkness. The lost of her vison did not cause the panic Cassandra had been prepared for. A calm like nothing she had every felt, before or after her Awakening. The slight shift of the Lords finger along her forehead, sliding along her temple, down to her jaw. Lingering there for a few more seconds. The Lord’s body tingled, but not from the women’s frigid skin, but from her own excitement. Donna Beneviento had not touched anything ‘alive’ in a very long time. Her free hand curled into a tight fist, shaking from the amount of pressure she was applying.

Blood was drawn under the Lords facial veil, having bitten her bottom lip till the point of bleeding. Cassandra’s nose twitched, hands flexing. Having bypassed the lulled state, the Lord had put her in. A spinal reflex, not a conscious movement. Having come right from the spine itself, bypassing the brain completely. The sensory stimulus of the Lord’s blood had caused this, triggered a nerve in the primal side of Cassandras body. The women had even for a split second had overcome the paralytic effects of Donna’s ability. A sharp snapping sound as the Lord snapped her fingers. Cassandra body again fully back under her control, the Lord having released her. The Black Lotus on Donna’s left hand fell from the pale skin it had grew from. Landing on the floor, the eye in the middle being crushed under the clipped heel of the Lords boots. Grinding her heel into it, the flower itself crumbling into grey and black dust.

Cassandra drew in a deep breath, the wheezing of her lungs exposed to the outside world sounded like dry leaves against each other. Sandstone colored eyes looking right the Lord, even though the veil, Donna felt those twin orbs of amber looking right at her. The deadly aura around the Lord did not lessen as she bent down to inspect the gaping wound along the women’s torso. A flush coming to pale cheeks as her eye scanned over the lush mounds that made up Cassandras chest, the rather pronounced jutting angles of her hip bones. The wide padding of soft fat layered over the hard brawn of the girl’s thighs. Glad that the veil hid her wondering eye as eased her arms under the women’s shoulders and one under her knees. Bridle style. Shoulders as wide as they were feminine carried the girl’s weight with ease, holding them extremely close. The cold bite of Cassandras skin felt nice against the warmth of the Lord.

Never in her life had Cassandra been on the receiving end of finding someone stronger than her. The mold smelling women didn’t count. The women in the long white dress who had left with her sisters didn’t count either. The only strength that Cassandra found herself responding to, and coming to quickly be enthralled with was the veiled Lord. Even if her scrambled brain could not put words to these feelings, the lack of even knowing what a word was made it impossible.

Lord Donna Beneviento had ‘a lot’ of work ahead of her to rehabilitant and mold this fierce women into the perfect obsession she had already become.

#cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #one shot #prompt response #@muffinsin #Dark Donna #Feral Cassandra #MM is a bitch. Oh Pussy ass.

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